A group of four people got off the Leifeng Pagoda unsatisfied, Wan'er jumped like a child, in comparison, Xue saw two little hands behind her back and looked old-fashioned.

Ziyun walked after the three of them, a little stunned.

Zhao Wushuang slowed down and asked, "What's wrong, something on your mind?"

Ziyun raised her head and walked past him with a blank face.

"It's fine!"

Wan'er on the side was not happy, and looked at her with a slightly angry face, "What kind of stinky face are you putting on?"

Zi Yun, who was walking in front, turned around and replied coldly, "What's the matter with you?"

"Oh he! My little temper has given you face!" Wan'er rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush forward.

Zhao Wushuang smiled and grabbed her, "Okay, okay, don't make trouble, I'll take you to Yunlin Zen Temple." ”

Wan'er pouted and lacked interest, "What's so interesting in the temple, isn't it just like the White Horse Temple!"

Zhao Wushuang pinched her tall little nose and said with a smile: "It's different, you'll know when you go!"

"Okay, okay!"

Yukimi rolled his eyes and muttered in a low voice, "Twist and pinch!"

Yunlin Temple is located in the northwest of the West Lake, backed by the north peak, facing the Feilai Peak, the two peaks are holding each other, the forest is towering, the ancient temple in the deep mountains, the clouds and smoke are all in shape.

Ziyun ignored the three of them alone, and because Xue saw that her legs were short, Zhao Wushuang directly let her ride on her neck, and a group of four people went to Yunlin Temple.

As one of the top ten ancient temples of the dynasty, there are a lot of people who climb the mountain along the way, the building of Yunlin Zen Temple does not seem majestic, on the contrary, it is not as good as the temple that is usually seen, but in front of the mountain gate, the Buddha character makes people feel sacred and extraordinary.

History records that in the early days of Yunlin Zen Temple, there were nine floors, eighteen pavilions, seventy-two halls, 1,300 monks' rooms, more than 3,000 monks, and the grandeur of its incense is breathtaking.

But later in the baptism of war in the Yunlin Temple was destroyed, after the unification of the world, Emperor Taizu Zhao Shi sighed that a sacred ancient temple should not disappear in the long river of history, Zhao Shi personally sat in Hangzhou to supervise the construction, which made the Yunlin Temple reappear in the world.

The four of them visited and browsed the hall of the Mahavira Treasure Hall, and at this time, a small novice in front of the door walked up to Zhao Wushuang and folded his hands.

"Amitabha! The little monk has seen a few donors!"

The four of them folded their hands and saluted, and Zhao Wushuang looked at the little novice and asked, "Little master, is Master Huiming in the temple?"

Hearing this, Xiao Shami's expression darkened, "Amitabha!

Zhao Wushuang was a little incredulous, "How could it be?" Master Huiming's Buddhism is profound and young, how could he pass away?"

Xiao Shami shook his head and sighed: "The donor doesn't know, a few years ago, His Majesty the Emperor came here to fast for three days, and after His Majesty left, the presiding officer passed away!"

Zhao Wushuang was expressionless, folded his hands and bowed and was about to leave, at this time, Xiao Shami suddenly shouted: "There was a word before the presiding over the death!"

Zhao Wushuang didn't turn his head, "What a word!"

The little novice stepped forward slowly, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"The dragon returns to the Hanhai, and the sea does not welcome me!"

Zhao Wushuang suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Wonderful!

Zhao Wushuang walked up to Wan'er Xuejian, took the hands of the two of them and said with a smile: "Since you don't like to visit temples, then I'll take you to a good place!"

"Where?" The two said in unison.

Zhao Wushuang raised his head and looked at the golden body of Shakyamuni in the main hall, his eyes full of infinite longing.

"A favorite place I went to when I was a kid!"

On the shore of the West Lake, Longjing Garden, Wan'er and Xue Jian stared at the endless green tea garden in the distance with two pairs of big eyes.

"This is the Longjing that was praised as tribute tea by the imperial court?"

Zhao Wushuang nodded, "This is just ordinary, the tea trees that are listed as tributes can't be approached!"

Looking at the thousands of lines of emerald green in the distance, Zhao Wushuang had also fantasized about his mother bending down to pick tea countless times, but it was always so far away.

At this time, Zhao Wushuang's pupils suddenly shrank, and a white figure in the distance was bending over to fiddle with tea leaves, which happened to overlap with Zhao Wushuang's imaginary figure.

Zhao Wushuang's toes suddenly swept into the distance, Wan'er and Xuejian, who were bending down to grab the tea, were stunned, Wan'er reacted and hurriedly chased after the tea that was thrown in her hand.

Zi Yun, who held the sword in his hands and held it in his chest, was also a little surprised, he had never seen him lose his temper like this.

Zhao Wushuang shook his body to the extreme, and the remnants of the Dao continued to manifest behind him, and then slowly disappeared.

As it approached, the shadow seemed to sense the movement, and turned its head to look at Zhao Wushuang who was speeding not far away.

Boom!

Zhao Wushuang's high-speed body suddenly stopped, and the dirt in the surrounding area splattered out.

He is a little lost, and a little self-deprecating, although you are beautiful, but you are not her after all.

The woman was born with a shocking face, her eyes were like autumn water, but they were as cold as ice and snow on the top of the iceberg, and her small face made people unable to see the age of the year, like a young girl who was twenty-eight years old, and like a beautiful young woman who was round and jade.

The woman is wearing a purple cloud dress and a thin smoke veil of pale green water, her shoulders are shaved into a waist, and her skin is like a condensed gas. A hollow phoenix-winged golden hairpin, lightly pinned on three thousand green silks, is like the phoenix of the nine heavens falling into the mortal world.

Just as Zhao Wushuang was stunned, two white-clothed women flashed out with swords in an instant, "Bold!"

Zhao Wushuang reacted and bowed down to apologize, "I recognized the wrong person for a while, please forgive me for being abrupt!"

The sword-wielding woman scolded angrily, "Just a pariah, how dare you offend your mother?"

Zhao Wushuang's eyes narrowed slightly, "Niangniang?"

At this time, the shadow behind the two girls slowly got up, it was the queen mother of the current creation dynasty, the first moon queen on the beauty list.

Yueji said lightly: "Don't be rude!"

Zhao Wushuang tried his best to calm the ripples in his heart, and bowed down, "Grass people, meet Niangniang!"

At this time, Wan'er rushed over, and when she saw the woman, she was startled at first, and then saw Zhao Wushuang secretly glance at her, so she pretended not to see it, turned around and bent over as if she was looking for something, and there were words in her mouth, "Hey, you were still here just now?

Zhao Wushuang is full of black lines, this play is really good.

Yueji pursed her lips and smiled, and a pair of charming eyes like Hongshui kept looking at Zhao Wushuang.

"Raise your head!"

Zhao Wushuang's face was calm, and he slowly raised his head.

The two looked at each other for a long time and were speechless, Zhao Wushuang seemed to be calm, but in fact, he was already panicking.

After a long time, the corners of Yueji's mouth rose and pointed at Zhao Wushuang, "Follow me!"

Zhao Wushuang hesitated but followed, and the two sword-wielding girls were about to step forward, but they were glared back by Yueji, "Wait in place!"

The two of them hugged their swords and bowed, "Yes!"

On an emerald green path, Yueji walked in front, and Zhao Wushuang followed slowly.

Suddenly, Yueji's footsteps stopped, and Zhao Wushuang immediately stood up.

Tsukihime turned around with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but the words she uttered made Zhao Wushuang almost draw his sword and behead her.

"Are you a little Wushuang?" Tsukihime asked with a smile.

Zhao Wushuang didn't answer, and the ink scale sword behind his back was patient.

In the end, Zhao Wushuang still held back and asked indifferently, "Who are you?"

Tsukihime nodded, "Yes, I didn't go when you were born, and you didn't see me since!"

Zhao Wushuang was stunned, as if he had thought of something, "You are... Aunt Yue?"

Tsukihime looked at him with a smile, "Not bad, the reaction is not too slow!"

The mountain wind blew, blowing the robes of the two of them hunting, and many emerald green tea leaves were blown into the air, as if there was a fragrance emanating from it.

Zhao Wushuang took a deep breath, "You won't arrest me?"

Yueji seemed to hear something funny, she giggled, laughed like a girl, Zhao Wushuang pouted secretly, this is a person as big as his father!

Yueji seemed to see what he was thinking, and looked at him with a slight anger, "What do you do, I'm a powerless woman, but I can't control the intrigue of this temple, and I can't control the grievances and fights in this rivers and lakes!"

Zhao Wushuang rolled his eyes, unrestrained chickens? Just kidding, on the rivers and lakes at that time, the moon fairy Yueji took up the beauty and the extraordinary second list.

It's just that he didn't dare to say it, his face changed and he laughed: "Then Wushuang and Aunt Yue met by chance?"

Yuehime stared at him with slanted eyes, "Otherwise, sister, I still came to you specifically?"

Zhao Wushuang seemed to deliberately fail to hear clearly, "Oh! That's Wushuang's misunderstanding, Aunt Yue!"

Yueji was a little annoyed, stepped on the lotus step in an instant, and peeled off the skin on Zhao Wushuang's face.

Zhao Wushuang was surprised, "It's so fast! This is what Aunt Yue said about the powerlessness of the chicken?"

Suddenly, Yueji, who was holding the dough not far away, looked at Zhao Wushuang in a daze.

Seeing this, Zhao Wushuang quickly grabbed the dough and covered his face, and ran away.

As he ran, he shouted, "Thank you Sister Yue for not killing!"

It wasn't until Zhao Wushuang disappeared in front of her that Yueji slowly lowered her arms, thinking back to the long-lost face just now, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"I imagined you!"